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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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among the lilies,Wooed her with his words of sweetness,Wooed her with his soft caresses,Till she bore a son in sorrow,Bore a son of love and sorrow.Thus was born my Hiawatha,Thus was born the child of wonder;But the daughter of Nokomis,Hiawatha's gentle mother,In her anguish died desertedBy the West-Wind, false and faithless,By the heartless Mudjekeewis.For her daughter long and loudlyWailed and wept the sad Nokomis;"Oh that I were dead!" she murmured,"Oh that I were dead, as thou art!No more work, and no more weeping,Wahonowin! Wahonowin!"By the shores of Gitche Gumee,By the shining Big-Sea-Water,Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.Dark behind it rose the forest,Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees,Rose the firs with cones upon them;Bright before it beat the water,Beat the clear and sunny water,Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.There the wrinkled old NokomisNursed the little Hiawatha,Rocked him in his linden cradle,Bedded soft in moss and rushes,Safely bound with reindeer sinews;Stilled his fretful wail by saying,"Hush! the Naked Bear will hear thee!"Lulled him into slumber, singing,"Ewa-yea! my little owlet!Who is this, that lights the wigwam?With his great eyes lights the wigwam?Ewa-yea! my little owlet!"Many things Nokomis taught himOf the stars that shine in heaven;Showed him Ishkoodah, the comet,Ishkoodah, with fiery tresses;Showed the Death-Dance of the spirits,Warriors with their plumes and war-clubs,Flaring far away to northwardIn the frosty nights of Winter;Showed the broad white road in heaven,Pathway of the ghosts, the shadows,Running straight across the heavens,Crowded with the ghosts, the shadows.At the door on summer eveningsSat the little Hiawatha;Heard the whispering of the pine-trees,Heard the lapping of the waters,Sounds of music, words of wonder;"Minne-wawa!" said the Pine-trees,"Mudway-aushka!" said the water.Saw the fire-fly, Wah-wah-taysee,Flitting through the dusk of evening,With the twinkle of its candleLighting up the brakes and bushes,And he sang the song of children,Sang the song Nokomis taught him:"Wah-wah-taysee, little fire-fly,Little, flitting,
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